Sunday Photo Fiction 8-20-2017

209 08 August 20th 2017


“You know,” Astronaut Bob said, “I never realized everything in space is held up by strings.”

“Fishing line, actually.”

Bob paid him no attention. “So our ship is being held up by string?.”


“What happens when the string breaks?”

Astronaut Joe looked pityingly at him. “We go home. Fast. Burn up in re-entry.”

“Oh….why didn’t this get mentioned before?”

“Are you crazy? They wouldn’t get anybody to sign up if they told the truth. I mean, would you be here?”

“Not a chance.”

“My point exactly.”

They both stood in silence for a few moments, staring out the window into space.

“Never knew space was quite so crowded either.”

Joe shrugged.

“So that bug looking one…..”

“Ant World.”

“What? There is a world where ants are as smart as men?”

“Just better builders.”

Bob scratched his head.  “Wow, there’s a whole lot about space I didn’t know.”

“You betcha.”

More silence.

“So what do we do now?”

“Wait for re-”

A loud sound interrupted Joe and Bob sat straight up in bed, eyes wide, heart pounding.

“Ten hours to liftoff, Bob,” the intercom blared.


But Joe was dead, burned up on reentry last March…….

Oh, shit!

Response JSW Week 6-12-2017

Which is odd because you shouldn’t forget me. We’ve known each other all our lives. More than that, really. Longer, harder, deeper.

I’ll never forget.

But you were never as dedicated as me. Not when I met you. Not when we parted. Not anytime in-between.

Not even as I watch you bleed away……


(Don’t you just hate it when a character comes by, starts to tell a story, then just goes away?)

JSW Prompt Response 5-14-2017


He’d never been up the stairs, though he’d often thought, nay dreamed, about it. There was a mystery beyond that bend of which, he feared, he would never know.

He’d come here every day for the last year, wanting, hoping, wishing, but no. He was afraid. Wasn’t sure of what, but afraid none-the less. And now, this was the last day, the last chance, for him to buckle up his courage and set foot on the moss-covered stones.

Tomorrow, he was going home. University was over. Time to return to his normal life in America. Job. Guy friends. Girl friends. The Girl Friend. Engagement. Marriage. House. Car. Picket fence. 2.5 children.

2.5?  What?

Growing older. Grand-kids. Retirement – too poor to do anything but sit at home and watch TV. Death of his wife. His own death. Or at least assumed she would go first. Maybe not; maybe it would be him.

Well, life in a nutshell, but was that the life he wanted? A normal, ordinary life?

A boring life?

Now or never.

Putting his foot on the bottom step, he felt a thrill rush his body like an ocean wave. A tingling starting in his foot, running up him and over.

A second step.

Stomach threatening. Breath quick.

Easier as he went up.

At the bend, he paused before looking around. Behind him a normal life. Before him…. what? Probably just the top of the stairs.

Still……. maybe not……